A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 925: Red Stone Totem and the Distant Totem God

"No, worshipping a banyan tree in the past life is different from worshipping a red stone here," Garrett finally gathered his thoughts and realized:

In the past life, no matter how much incense you burned or how much you kowtowed, there would be no response. At most, the banyan tree would get blackened, and in the worst case, it might get burned. But here... in this world, faith and worship bring real and tangible power.

So, after years of worship and offerings by the Red Stone Tribe, this giant red stone... it actually gained power? It can now respond to the prayers of the natives? It can provide sothing akin to divine abilities?

Garrett belatedly activated the *Detection Spell* that was constantly on his body. In an instant, his ditative vision lit up, and the two-person-tall red stone radiated dazzling light in his eyes:

Hmm... quite strong, but not overwhelmingly so...

Compared to magical items and beasts, it seems to be around level 9 or 10?

Garrett thought silently. If it were a moving magical beast, it could protect this tribe, but a stone?

What can a stone do?

What kind of divine abilities can it provide?

Even if this thing jumped up and fought him, it probably wouldn't win—no, if a stone jumped up and fought him, it would likely just crush down in a Heaven-Sealing move, wouldn't it?

He turned his attention to the Red Stone Shaman. Amidst the singing, drumming, clapping, and stomping, tiny light spots spread around.

Judging by the intensity fed back from the Detection Spell, this divine ability at most was below level 2, though it covered a wide area and affected many people.

Based on the type of spell, it didn't seem entirely like a healing spell. Garrett perked up his ears and listened, then secretly cast an *Electrocardiogram Spell* on a native without revealing the light screen—

The data received by his ditative core indicated that the heartbeat of the person lying on the ground had sped up. Moreover, the waveform suggested an increase in strength.

"It also added defense," Cirilla said softly through the Mindlink, her voice tinged with disbelief:

"Why add defense at this mont? Is it because this thing is a big stone and only knows how to add defense?"

Even when she first learned spells, she wouldn't mix healing spells with Feather-fall and cast them together!

Garrett almost laughed out loud. This totem spirit, naturally ford through years of prayer and worship, probably didn't have Cirilla's intelligence. Maybe, what was activated was just such a thing.

But alright, smallpox first damages the skin and mucous mbranes. As long as these can withstand it, the probability of subsequent bacterial infection is reduced. From this perspective, the divine ability—quasi-divine ability—triggered by the Red Stone Shaman can't be considered wrong?

The frantic singing and dancing gradually subsided after about half an hour. The Red Stone Shaman, covered in sweat, with paint streaming down his face, ca over to thank Garrett, panting:

"Thank you, powerful shaman from afar. My abilities are limited; this is the best I can do. Without you, we would have lost dozens of our people."

Ah, you probably still will lose dozens of your people, Garrett thought silently:

With your tribe's living space of three square ters per person, the way healthy people care for the sick, and those fur garnts you probably won't replace, if smallpox doesn't spread again, I'll take your surna.

—Do these natives even have surnas?

Forget it, let's do so good. Garrett smiled and took out a vial of cowpox from his space bag:

"Do you want to prevent your tribe from getting this disease? I have a way..."

With eloquence and a touch of *Charm Person*, Garrett worked hard to persuade the shaman. Speaking tirelessly, casting spells, and sweating profusely, he finally vaccinated the entire tribe with cowpox. Garrett sighed in relief and, when the enthusiastic shaman invited him to stay overnight, he resolutely declined:

"I have my own place! I have a tent! I carry it with ! I won't disturb your tribe in caring for the sick! By the way, for a while, don't visit other tribes and don't let outsiders in, or the terrifying demon will continue to spread far..."

With much persuasion, Garrett managed to set up camp outside the Red Stone Tribe. As others entered the Mage's Hut, Garrett, holding Mr. Troka, quietly climbed onto the red stone and lay down, looking up at the sky:

Slowly gathering his thoughts, he fell into ditation, attempting to communicate with the red stone.

Hey, how long have you been here?

How many people are around?

What are your abilities?

Have you seen... this black cat I'm holding?

Regrettably, after communicating for a long ti, he didn't get much response. In the ditative environnt, the reflected red stone was a mass of chaotic lines, shrouded in vague, Brownian-moving light spots.

Poke it, it moves; poke it again in another direction, it moves in another direction...

The overall consciousness, if it can be called that, isn't much better than a paracium.

After a long ti of trying, Garrett opened his eyes and sat up on top of the red stone. This totem god, let's call it that for now, is so weak at level 9 or 10 and still such a ss?

If he were more ruthless, he could have cut open the stone and taken the core!

No wonder Tapros suggested he "walk around the New World" to see those primitive gods and primitive faiths. Those gods might be a big tree, a stone, or a beast...

Such things, the weaker ones, are probably at this level; the stronger ones, how powerful could they be?

Garrett couldn't help but look to the distant west: how strong will the totem beasts or totem gods he encounters on this journey be? Level 13? 15? 18? Or legendary, demi-god level?

There must be such beings. To cope with the Year Without Sumr, his teacher had killed a demi-god totem god and a group of beasts; he just didn't know if he would encounter such beings.

These totem gods, when their priests act, how powerful will their divine abilities be?

When they act themselves—so can act, right, like the beasts protecting a large tribe—how strong will they be?

Brother Lynn... what kind of tribe is he trapped in now? Was it a high-level totem god that trapped him?

Mr. Troka... was it a high-level god that tore away part of Troka's "existence"?

"The Plague Maiden is approaching." In the stone palace on the plateau, the high priest, wearing an obsidian crown, held a long staff, his eyes dark and deep:

"It is eroding my lord's territory. We need to do sothing to strengthen my lord's power—Nielda!"

The golden-robed priestess stepped forward and bowed.

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